09-07-2017, 10:30 PM
It didn't take long at all for Morene Fellon to realize what had happened just moments ago. A groan escaped her lips before she even knew where she was at this point.
Another teleportation mishap wasn't something the woman wanted to deal with today. Opening her eyes, Morene felt the air to be strangely moist, cool even. It wasn't like the Nebula Space within the factory of Coruscant. Morene's eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings once more, and it didn't take long for her to realize the rock formations beneath her feet and above her head shaped a cave system.
Standing upright, Morene turned her head to observe the stalagmites looming over her. Something about them didn't seem right.
Either way, the woman felt strangely comfortable. It had been a long time since she'd been stuck inside of a cavernous maze. Even in the context of this cave being within the realms of Nebula, Morene felt no worry. After all, caves were just a system of corridors, no place to ambush you beyond two places. The huntress felt something near, however.
The slight comfort was immediately lost upon finding the strange robot known as Claptrap behind her, looking rather... confused.
"Hey, big lady, you awake?"
Morene winced slightly. It wasn't like her to judge, but... that voice. It was like listening to a tire burnout. Of course, the woman wouldn't judge, but she was already dreading ever so slightly. A response came from her lips rather quickly.
"Clearly," she stated, looking back for a moment. She finished, avoiding the awkward silence she knew would follow. If there was any situation she did not want to be in at the moment, it was most certainly discomforting silence in a cave.
"My name is Morene Fellon. Yourself?"
Claptrap would have blinked if he could. He was admittedly surprised at her professionalism, even if... well, he did try shooting in her general direction not too long ago. He quickly dismissed the thought, processing that the two were allies at the moment.
"Hellooo! My name is Claptrap, nice to meet ya!" the robot enthused, his voice echoing throughout the dark and damp abyss the two Primes found themselves walking in, or rolling if one would prefer.
The huntress was this close to placing a palm onto her face. She expected hissing and screeching of Darklings to follow that obnoxiously loud introduction, but... thankfully for the both of them, nothing happened. Morene sped up her walking pace, sighing.
"Please, keep it down. We are in the realm of Nebula at the moment; I'd like to save my energy," Morene explained as calmly as she could.
"Oh, oh," Claptrap toned his voice down by only slightly, "sorry, I should know better!"
The two walked for a moment. Claptrap seemed to be analyzing his surroundings. Morene noted his confusion, trying her hardest to listen beyond the whirring of his fusion-fueled motors. It didn't take him long to ask the inevitable.
"Say, Morene, how do you know exactly where we're going?" the robot asked, scratching at his "head" to emphasize his inquiry. The woman walking beside him thought it was cute for a moment, but she eventually responded cold as stone.
"In this instance, I'm not entirely sure. We are in a plane of dark energy, after all. Any information I could use could lead me into something completely different than expected on my home world," she whispered. Morene had to be honest however, she did know what she was doing to some degree.
"But," she continued, "I just listen. Walk around for a little while in a place so dark, and you'll eventually hear what you need to move around."
A strange laugh came from the bot's general direction.
"Like a bat? The uh, echolocation thingy?" he quipped. Morene really wanted to chuckle, but she quite honestly didn't have the energy to force one out. Her shoulder was still killing her, and five minutes alone was something the woman wished she possessed at the moment. Instead, she sighed, looking on at Claptrap with a rather forced smile.
"Yes, that's generally how senses work. Also, your jokes discomfort me slightly. Please cease."
Another teleportation mishap wasn't something the woman wanted to deal with today. Opening her eyes, Morene felt the air to be strangely moist, cool even. It wasn't like the Nebula Space within the factory of Coruscant. Morene's eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings once more, and it didn't take long for her to realize the rock formations beneath her feet and above her head shaped a cave system.
Standing upright, Morene turned her head to observe the stalagmites looming over her. Something about them didn't seem right.
Either way, the woman felt strangely comfortable. It had been a long time since she'd been stuck inside of a cavernous maze. Even in the context of this cave being within the realms of Nebula, Morene felt no worry. After all, caves were just a system of corridors, no place to ambush you beyond two places. The huntress felt something near, however.
The slight comfort was immediately lost upon finding the strange robot known as Claptrap behind her, looking rather... confused.
"Hey, big lady, you awake?"
Morene winced slightly. It wasn't like her to judge, but... that voice. It was like listening to a tire burnout. Of course, the woman wouldn't judge, but she was already dreading ever so slightly. A response came from her lips rather quickly.
"Clearly," she stated, looking back for a moment. She finished, avoiding the awkward silence she knew would follow. If there was any situation she did not want to be in at the moment, it was most certainly discomforting silence in a cave.
"My name is Morene Fellon. Yourself?"
Claptrap would have blinked if he could. He was admittedly surprised at her professionalism, even if... well, he did try shooting in her general direction not too long ago. He quickly dismissed the thought, processing that the two were allies at the moment.
"Hellooo! My name is Claptrap, nice to meet ya!" the robot enthused, his voice echoing throughout the dark and damp abyss the two Primes found themselves walking in, or rolling if one would prefer.
The huntress was this close to placing a palm onto her face. She expected hissing and screeching of Darklings to follow that obnoxiously loud introduction, but... thankfully for the both of them, nothing happened. Morene sped up her walking pace, sighing.
"Please, keep it down. We are in the realm of Nebula at the moment; I'd like to save my energy," Morene explained as calmly as she could.
"Oh, oh," Claptrap toned his voice down by only slightly, "sorry, I should know better!"
The two walked for a moment. Claptrap seemed to be analyzing his surroundings. Morene noted his confusion, trying her hardest to listen beyond the whirring of his fusion-fueled motors. It didn't take him long to ask the inevitable.
"Say, Morene, how do you know exactly where we're going?" the robot asked, scratching at his "head" to emphasize his inquiry. The woman walking beside him thought it was cute for a moment, but she eventually responded cold as stone.
"In this instance, I'm not entirely sure. We are in a plane of dark energy, after all. Any information I could use could lead me into something completely different than expected on my home world," she whispered. Morene had to be honest however, she did know what she was doing to some degree.
"But," she continued, "I just listen. Walk around for a little while in a place so dark, and you'll eventually hear what you need to move around."
A strange laugh came from the bot's general direction.
"Like a bat? The uh, echolocation thingy?" he quipped. Morene really wanted to chuckle, but she quite honestly didn't have the energy to force one out. Her shoulder was still killing her, and five minutes alone was something the woman wished she possessed at the moment. Instead, she sighed, looking on at Claptrap with a rather forced smile.
"Yes, that's generally how senses work. Also, your jokes discomfort me slightly. Please cease."
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